Sunday, September 7, 2008

The power fluttered,
and movements rendered.
Myriad hours flowed by,
and the time stuck,just.
With nothing to feel,
but red rage,nothing to
give,to give, except
painful blood,it was the
last stand,the hour
when it would end,
just like that,
just like when it began.
The caprice was done,
the phantasmagoria of
the emotions began.
With nothing to win or lose,
he broke down and told the truth.
"It was not long ago,
when something arose,
a arrow without a bow.
With much force behind,
it seemed immaculate and divine.
Yet it was too mystic,
it was too futuristic,
to even predict,
where it would lead.
It was too pragmatic,
to be read,
it was too intimate,
to be felt.
And so,it grew,
and life it threw,
everywhere.
Yet there was no one,
except us,who knew,
where it began,
and that we guarded,
and we never departed
from its hateful chatter,
lest it should shatter,
that which arose,
from it.We chose,
to honor our honor,
by fortifying it,though
it ate all out valor.
Our strength we gave,
just for the sake,
for life to be safe.
We held our heroes
close to its toes,
and to them it breathed,
flattering voes,
yet they never gave a ear,
for to them earth was dear.
Until one day,it chose fear.
And from it rose the demons,
which started to create menace.
Caught in the center,
we didn't know which was better,
the disgusting creator,
or its obedient messenger.
To it we called ourselves angels,
and then surrendered,
and it gave language to us.
From the heights of a lean tower,
it dropped us,to life,
and there we slowly began to die.
We knew the ancient decree,
we knew that now we had been set free,
but at the cost of life's roots,
at the cost of inertial moods.
On earth we extended our stand,
and on earth our race ran.
Then we cut our moral ,
and killed that we guarded.
And from its yolk rose another,
the one which became the avenger.
Understanding the sin,
we threw ourselves to its mercy,
and it laughed and kicked our legacy.
It vowed to get the better of us,
and all those of intellectuals,
the eternal glittering jewels,
of our kind,were sacrificed;
Yet they never failed to arise
as if they understood the undefined.
In pain,without anything to gain,
we left nothing of them to remain.
Then one day,one of them rose
and at that moment,we chose,
to relight our fires.
And that the devil,heard,
and at that it unleashed,
and at that it unsealed,
the last weapon of pain,
that which set the reign,
of the unnamed.
With purposeless darkness,
into the flightless Grey,
slowly we went down the drain,
all our efforts in vain."
Then before he could finish,
a cry was heard,
and it was another birth.
There was a new life,
and with its knife,
it cut the last man,
and thus ended this stand.
And a ship was set sail,
in the red water,
and as it touched shore,
from its door,
flew a bird,
the new progeny of earth.

The power fluttered,
and movements rendered.
Myriad hours flowed by,
and the time stuck,just.
With nothing to feel,
but red rage,nothing to
give,to give, except
painful blood,it was the
last stand,the hour
when it would end,
just like that,
just like when it began.
The caprice was done,
the phantasmagoria of
the emotions began.
With nothing to win or lose,
he broke down and told the truth.
"It was not long ago,
when something arose,
a arrow without a bow.
With much force behind,
it seemed immaculate and divine.
Yet it was too mystic,
it was too futuristic,
to even predict,
where it would lead.
It was too pragmatic,
to be read,
it was too intimate,
to be felt.
And so,it grew,
and life it threw,
everywhere.
Yet there was no one,
except us,who knew,
where it began,
and that we guarded,
and we never departed
from its hateful chatter,
lest it should shatter,
that which arose,
from it.We chose,
to honor our honor,
by fortifying it,though
it ate all out valor.
Our strength we gave,
just for the sake,
for life to be safe.
We held our heroes
close to its toes,
and to them it breathed,
flattering voes,
yet they never gave a ear,
for to them earth was dear.
Until one day,it chose fear.
And from it rose the demons,
which started to create menace.
Caught in the center,
we didn't know which was better,
the disgusting creator,
or its obedient messenger.
To it we called ourselves angels,
and then surrendered,
and it gave language to us.
From the heights of a lean tower,
it dropped us,to life,
and there we slowly began to die.
We knew the ancient decree,
we knew that now we had been set free,
but at the cost of life's roots,
at the cost of inertial moods.
On earth we extended our stand,
and on earth our race ran.
Then we cut our moral ,
and killed that we guarded.
And from its yolk rose another,
the one which became the avenger.
Understanding the sin,
we threw ourselves to its mercy,
and it laughed and kicked our legacy.
It vowed to get the better of us,
and all those of intellectuals,
the eternal glittering jewels,
of our kind,were sacrificed;
Yet they never failed to arise
as if they understood the undefined.
In pain,without anything to gain,
we left nothing of them to remain.
Then one day,one of them rose
and at that moment,we chose,
to relight our fires.
And that the devil,heard,
and at that it unleashed,
and at that it unsealed,
the last weapon of pain,
that which set the reign,
of the unnamed.
With purposeless darkness,
into the flightless Grey,
slowly we went down the drain,
all our efforts in vain."
Then before he could finish,
a cry was heard,
and it was another birth.
There was a new life,
and with its knife,
it cut the last man,
and thus ended this stand.
And a ship was set sail,
in the red water,
and as it touched shore,
from its door,
flew a bird,
the new progeny of earth.